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The low growls are less feral the more I stroke her. She’s moaning now. Her fingernails move in her sleep, just barely grazing my chest. I bite back a groan when her head drops to the crook of my neck.
She’s out. I can tell she is. Otherwise, I would’ve heard her greeting me in her throaty morning voice.
I don’t. And I like that.
A lot.
Since I can’t use both my hands at this angle, I need to be creative. I release Leighton’s clit for a moment, adjusting one of her palms to cup her own tit.
A relieved moan passes through her lips. Her taut nipple gets the attention it’s been craving during the hours she’s slept.
I return to her pussy, pressing a kiss to her forehead while my middle finger parts her lips again. I’m barely able to contain myself when her wetness soaks through.
She sleeps, but her body knows. Her body recognizes who owns her. Who makes her feel so good she’s dripping and so fucking needy day and night.
My cock is hard as fuck, pushing against my hand that’s stroking her. I can’t bear the distance, though. My lips needing more than this innocent forehead kiss.
My sanity chips away slowly. Consistently. Blurring the edges of my vision.
I’m ravenous for Leighton. I twist her so my teeth are at her shoulder, biting at the same time my fingers squeeze and knead her clit.
“Marcus,” she whispers, her eyelids fluttering against my shoulder.
A vicious smirk tugs on my lips. I’ve woken her up to this. To being violated and loved by me. I don’t regret injecting myself into every piece of Leighton’s soul. I don’t regret anything I’ve done.
She’s mine.
She proves it by arching her back for me.
“Just like that,” I murmur, rubbing her. Hurting her. “My good girl likes to be touched while she sleeps. That’s why you sleep naked, right? Being a fucking tease so I won’t be able to help myself.”
“Please.” Her fingernails burn into my chest. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”
I have no doubt she will. I swipe my tongue along her shoulder, groaning at the taste that’s purely Leighton. Salty from being fucked all night. Sweet because she was born this way.
Leighton whispers my name again and again. Her body writhes on the bed as she rides my hand. Her quickened breaths on my neck tickle my skin, drowning me in need.
Because her pleasure is my pleasure. Her building orgasm is the reason I’m hard. Why precum drips from my cock.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, scraping my chest with her nails. I don’t let her come.
No. I pull away, sliding my hand to her inner thigh.
Little needy whimpers echo in my ears. Gorgeous, curvy thighs clench around my fingers.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, but leave her gasping for air with her mouth on my shoulder. Don’t bring her eyes to mine.
We’re not done pretending she’s asleep. Not done playing. I shift to the side so my dick settles against her pussy. She’s warm and intoxicating. I need—no, fucking have—to put my fingers on her hips. To sink them possessively into her flesh. Brand her.
That’s what I do. Sliding my hand from between her thighs and to her hips, I rock against her, grinding my painful erection on her clit. My arousal smears on her skin. Her arousal coats my cock.
She starts crying, the salty water trickling down my shoulder. Sometimes, when I edge Leighton over and over, the frustrated tears come.
That’s how good it is for her now. How badly she needs me.
I get off on that shit like no other.
“Greedy little plaything.” I grind faster, moving my hand up to cradle the back of her head. Pinning her to me.
